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Zeroit was easier before: when i was 7 i could just assume the answer would be a whole number; anything less than a whole would be wrong, unacceptable, incorrect. decimals were blasphemous, a trifle mythZero
whole numbers don't mean anything anymore, they don't provide the assurance i was used to fractions, little pieces, separate parts was a dramatic change difficult to handle without explication and i am never sure, never certain in the days i soon might squander. i wish the little ring named zero would be the solution for every problem i might place it around my wrist so i could never lose sight of it a r
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